I think of my friend Robert at the most random times. Sometimes some habit I picked up from him reminds me of him... something someone says... or just randomly he'll come to mind. It's not right. He didn't deserve that. We all make mistakes, and he was burried because of his. Why didn't he talk to someone? And why didn't one of us talk to him? Why didn't I ever say "is everything okay?" Why so we allow ourselves to get distant from one another that we allow these things to happen?
It's not right. It's so not fucking right. We're supposed to have a second chance to make things right. Fuck.